Lights. Camera. Action? Is a thought that might strike in your head the moment you peer into the room. The place clearly was a film studio. At least you think. For a studio there sure was a lack of people ...

In front of you was the stage, the main attraction to the whole area and in it were two shadows. One was tall thanks to it's heels. What could be presumed to be its hair was long and straight however you could swear it was a brighter shade than all the rest of it body. Next to it was a mascuilne silhouette of roughly the same size, if not an inch taller. Its frame was wide and stockier, but had a gentleness in it's shape. The two were cooing over a cradle as a baby mumbled. You can now tell that the stage is a nursery for a welcoming family. The scene played out picture perfect to the audiences eyes--

"CUT!"

A sudden sound erupted out of no where, the unprepared would jump out of their skin. Despite no one working them all the cameras shut off, the lights pouring onto the stage flicker a bit. The two shadow dissipate from each other. The tall one in heels leaving stage left alone, rummaging around in what could be pockets. Clicking of the tongue until an 'ah' escapes it mouth, adoring a Newport cigarette. It brought the cig to it's lips, the sound of flint can be heard immediately after. One puff. Exhale. Maybe you should leave it be.

The stocker shadow can be seen stage right, almost timid like it was avoiding the other one. Mumbling incoherent sentences as it flips through a script trying to remember it's next lines. It was a strike of anxiety that was infectious, you don't wanna stand around it for too long. In the time the two are away the baby is sobbing alone. Scared. This last excurtiatingly long, like the minutes will not pass until--

"ACTION!"

Another alarm is pressed, the taller shadow drops it cigerette down, using it heel to crush it. The stockier one drops the script, looking braver than it did before. Both make their way back up on stage to coo at the baby some more. It finally stops crying. The scene rinse and repeat, stuck in a loop it's hard to not feel bad for the child.

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